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From this day on I own my father s gun.
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun.
I laid his broken body down - below the southern line.
It wouldn t do to bury him - where any Yankee stands.
I ll take my horse and I ll ride the northern plain.
To wear the colour of the greys and join the fight again.
I ll not rest until I know - the cause is fought and won.
From this day on, until I die, I ll wear my father s gun.
CHORUS:
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I d like to know where the riverboat sails to - night.
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To New Orleans well that s just fine al - right.
`Cause there s fighting there and the company needs men.
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So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend.
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As soon as this is over we ll go home.
To plant the seeds of justice in our bones.
To watch the children growing - and see the women sewing.
There ll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring.
{Repeat Chorus, Fade}
